’‘No mam. It’s love,’ I lied again.‘Okay. I wanted to ask you something. Tell me the truth.’‘Okay,’ I said.‘Did you have sex last ev...ning?’I was taken aback by the question. What the fuck! What should I say? She asked me the question again. I said yes.She said, ‘I knew it. Your dick was erect and could see that from your shorts.’‘Hehe,’ I smiled and said, ‘Sorry about that.’‘No no no it’s not the problem. But the problem was cleaning your cum from my cupboard.’I remembered. I had rubbed my dick. They walked to where his gig was waiting. Mr. Horner, the cox'n, readied the men hastily and bowed to Elizabeth in exaggerated fashion."Yore servant, Madam," he intoned gravely."Good day, Mr. Horner," Elizabeth answered easily, knowing his name from Anson's letters. Horner beamed with pride.Elizabeth easily climbed down into the boat and sat in the stern sheets whilst Anson chose to stand during the short crossing. He caught the admiring glances of the gig's crew members and he felt a silly. I don't know what your talking about." You better come clean Karen if you don't want me to tell you anything, either that or you aren't going to hear anything."I worked my fingers deeper into Karen's pussy, working them in and out as her legs parted. She titled her head back, cooing as she gave into her lust. Finally she said,"Yes...yes we made a plan for you to fuck her. She's been so down after losing Dad, and she was in a really bad place. I know she needed someone to fuck her, and you were. Her coach tutors used her exotic public presentations as inspiration for erotic private re-enactments. They marveled at her grace, stamina and capacity to extract volumes of ejaculate from her sexual partners. Zack mounted the steps into her welcoming arms, taking a quick opportunity to survey the voguishly dressed Leila. She chattered a bit, thrilled that he had been chosen by TWA to accompany her home for the negotiations. She looked forward to the long flight where she could get truly.